The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"It's fine to be in the tavern. After the epidemic, the villagers rarely come out after the sun goes down." The man in the windbreaker said, tightening his collar. "By the way, my name is Wengerman, what's your name?"

"Call me Ella... No, just call me Ye Xiao." Ye Xiao couldn't get used to it for a while and almost slipped up.

"From Dongyang Continent?"

"You actually know about Dongyang Continent?" Ye Xiao was a little surprised. Meiya Continent was not the only continent in this world, but he had little contact with other continents even in his previous life. He didn't expect to meet natives who knew about other continents here. "But no, I came from another world."

"Haha, you're quite humorous." Wengerman stopped and pointed at the sign above his head not far away, "We're here."

"Salted Fish Bar?" Ye Xiao couldn't help but smile when he read out the name of the pub and pushed open the door.

The warm firelight from the pub shone through the door. Although there were not many people, the bustling clinking of glasses and the noise of conversation finally made Ye Xiao feel some popularity.

"Bartender, two glasses of honey beer," Wengerman patted Ye Xiao's shoulder, "put it on his account."

"No, why put it on my account?"

"I saved your life, so a glass of wine is not too much."

"Did I look like I needed saving?" Ye Xiao got angry when he said that, but he still took out the copper coins for two glasses of wine and placed them on the bar.

"Don't be so stingy. I see the style of your lining armor. This is not a small amount of money." Wengerman took two glasses of beer and handed one to Ye Xiao. "Cheers?"

"Cheers to the uncle who shot me in the back." Ye Xiao clinked the glass lightly and took a sip.

"Ha! Small-minded." Wengerman drank the whole bottle in one gulp, his chest rising and falling slowly as the beer went down his throat. "Huh... warm."

"Come to think of it, the epidemic has been spreading here for so long, and the Imperial City Temple is just standing there, and no one comes to take a look?" Ye Xiao frowned.

"Here you are, why not?" Wengerman waved his hand. "He still puts on a show, recites a few scriptures, casts a few holy light spells, leaves a message like 'Oh, we have prayed to the God of Light, the Father of the Gods will bless you', and then walks away."

"Uh, that's it... Did it work?"

"It's useless." Wengerman cursed, "Those delicate priests turned pale when they saw the animal hair on the patient's face. I really doubt that they would be so scared that they would pee when they saw the Degenerates."

"Only the priests are here? Isn't the Holy Temple very strict in hunting down the Dark Cult?" Ye Xiao asked in confusion, "Where are the Templar Knights?"

“Oh my God, please don’t let the Templars come.” Wengerman shook his head and said in a low voice, “Most of the villagers are just sick with the plague. What they need is treatment, not slaughter.”

"Thanks to the mercy of the Holy Temple. If they had sent Templar Knights, this village would have been burned down by now."

Why didn’t they send the elders? Ye Xiao didn’t need to ask this question anymore.

He recalled the words of the two little nuns in the holy spring. The God of Light divided living beings into nine levels. Those creatures classified as inferior by God would naturally not be favored by God.

"Good guy, it seems that you are quite dissatisfied with the Holy Temple." Ye Xiao raised the corner of his mouth. This is a fellow traveler. He was also very unhappy with the Holy Temple in his previous life. If Ella had not become the Saint, he would probably have fought with the Holy Temple in this life.

"You can't say that. Who would be dissatisfied with the church if their life is satisfactory? And who would dare to be dissatisfied with the church if their life is not satisfactory?" Wengerman snapped his fingers, signaling the bartender to bring another drink.

"Your thoughts are surprisingly profound." Ye Xiao took another sip of wine. He was hunted for many years in his previous life and he was used to drinking in this way. This way, if he was poisoned, he would have time to use the magic power in his body to sense the dosage and would not die immediately after taking one sip. "I have changed my opinion of you."

"Why, you thought I was shallow-minded before?"

"I can only say that shallow thinking is not necessarily a bad thing." Ye Xiao shrugged.

"That makes sense. I'll remember what you said." Wengerman nodded. "Next time I call someone an idiot, if he gets angry, I'll repeat what you said to him."

"Yes, you are very good at applying what you have learned."

Ye Xiao's gaze wandered to other places in the tavern.

He found that most of the local villagers in the tavern were dressed rather thickly. Although it was autumn, the temperature in the tavern was actually quite high, so there was no need to wear such thick clothes.

"Is animal hair a sign of being infected with the disease?"

"One of them." Wengerman spread his fingers, "One is the growth of hair on the body surface, another is the unnatural twisting of the limb joints, and another is..."

"Another characteristic is the eyes. The pupils will become vertical like those of wild animals." A light voice suddenly interrupted their conversation. Ye Xiao turned around and saw a girl in a brown coat and a short tweed cloak sitting on the other side of Wengerman. She was wearing the same Victorian-style tricorn hat, but with a ponytail of long gray-blonde hair.

"Your sister? Minors are not allowed to drink, you take care of her." Ye Xiao pointed with his finger.

"Ahem," Wengerman coughed dryly, "My senior sister."

"That's fine." Ye Xiao waved to the bartender, "Give this lady a glass of honey beer, too. It'll be on my bill."

"You bastard." Wengerman scolded with a smile, "You are so stingy only to me, right?"

"You are one-tenth as pretty as your senior sister, so I'll treat you too."

"Okay, you'll pull it down." Wengerman didn't want to pay attention to Ye Xiao, so he turned around and looked at the girl who had just arrived, "What's the situation, Senior Sister?"

"We still don't know the source." The girl sighed, a trace of fatigue on her young face. "This epidemic came with almost no signs, and we have no idea how it was transmitted."

"You are investigating the epidemic?" Ye Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"I saw that you two seemed to be quite familiar with each other, but he didn't know what you do?" The girl stared at Wengerman.

"Oh, haha, I forgot to introduce you." Wengerman quickly turned back to face Ye Xiao, "Let me tell you my name first. This is Marilyn, my senior sister."

"I am Ye Xiao." Ye Xiao nodded.

"You're too brief, bro."

"You can only say my name...Okay, let me introduce myself. I'm an adventurer from another world. I'm handsome and rich. I also have a younger sister who is the Saint of Light."

"He just likes to brag." Wengerman turned around and said to the girl, "Well, let me just say that we are from the Kingdom of Valen in the west, and we are plague hunters."

Chapter 13 Plague Hunters

Plague Hunter, this was the first time Ye Xiao heard of this name.

He didn't dare say that he was very knowledgeable, but his experience in the other world in his previous life was not short, and it was the first time he saw an unheard-of profession.

"From the name, you guys specialize in treating illnesses?"

"No, we're hunting the plague." Wengerman's expression became a little serious, and his deep blue eyes on his hooked nose reflected the light.

"This is the first time I heard that the plague can be hunted." Ye Xiao was a little confused.

"The disease itself cannot be hunted. What we hunt are the people who created the disease."

"You mean these diseases... are man-made?"

"Not all plagues are man-made, but the kind that produce Fallen are all man-made." Senior Sister Marilyn also spoke up. Her voice was gentle and her eyes were like water. "A similar plague once occurred in my hometown. At that time, it was the plague hunters who found the culprit who caused all that and executed him, and only then was the spread of the plague finally stopped."

"Is it also a disease that produces animal hair on the body surface?"

"No, the kind in my hometown causes things like fish scales to grow on people's skin." Marilyn shook her head slightly. "Let's not talk too much. I believe you are not interested in those long and tedious stories. In short, you just need to know that these kinds of epidemics have a source of transmission. If the source is cut off, the epidemic can be cut off."

The plague that Marilyn mentioned, the unscientific alienation that violated bioethics, was obviously caused by the pollution of reality by evil gods. Perhaps because of the lack of understanding of the power of gods, they simply regarded it as a plague.

This is no wonder. It was not until a very late period in the previous life that the residents of the American continent realized that the strange disease that swept the entire continent and caused tentacles and eyes to grow in people's bodies was actually spread from the holy city revered by thousands of people.

It was not until the final battle that the Sacred Maiden revealed her identity as the evil god herself.

But what Ye Xiao found even more strange was that even if the Holy Temple was not affected by the Blasphemous Saint, why was it still so ambiguous about the influence of this evil god?

They are not the "superior creatures" favored by the God of Light, so they are not saved. But why don't they even destroy the evil forces that are causing trouble?

"So, if you find traces of this epidemic somewhere, you will come to investigate and try to solve the source of the epidemic?" Ye Xiao asked after thinking about Xiao Xu.

"Almost." Marilyn did not comment. "Fortunately, the disease seems to have just begun to spread in this village. We arrived relatively early."

"Yeah." Ye Xiao nodded in understanding.

He could clearly feel that there would be a quest line here, but on the one hand, this quest involved the evil god, and on the other hand, he had no idea about this quest in his previous life.

Before undertaking any mission, players from the other world will carefully investigate the background, difficulty, conditions and rewards of the mission, because the system here is not like ordinary online games, which have level restrictions, combat power restrictions and so on. It does not care whether the player can survive after completing the mission. As long as the trigger conditions are met, it will release the mission.

Therefore, countless players have died due to being involved in some strange mission events.

Although Ye Xiao himself was created by Ella's one qi split into three, and could be split into three again after death, the loss of half of his attributes and half of his soul upon death was real.

This is also why Ye Xiao felt that this crappy skill was useless in his previous life, because although it was clearly a clone, once he died, his attributes would be lost and his soul would be damaged, and it would take a lot of effort to recover.

He is a reborn person, and there are more stable quest lines to reap rewards. He should not waste time on this meaningless thing.

"Okay, it's getting late, Brother Ye Xiao." Wengerman drank the wine in his glass. "We had a pleasant chat today, but I still suggest you leave early tomorrow morning. You know these diseases are very strange, so it's best not to stay for long."

As for Wengerman and Marilyn, they naturally would not take the initiative to invite Ye Xiao. Just think about the profession of plague hunter, which involves fighting against evil gods every day, and it is obvious that the life span is not long, and there is probably no benefit at all.

They are self-aware and will not pull passers-by who are not prepared.

After a few drinks, Wengerman helped Ye Xiao find a room to stay in the pub.

Of course, Ye Xiao paid the money himself.

The simple bedroom is not large. A bedding roll and a small table take up more than half of the space. The half-square-meter window is a bit drafty, but fortunately the oil lamp on the table provides a little light and heat, which complements the cold and warm.

Ye Xiao was too lazy to take off his clothes, so he leaned his staff against the wall and lay down on the bedroll with his shoes on. He could feel some oil stains on the quilt and pillow, so he thought that most people who often slept in these places were not very particular about details.

Through the soul connection, he sensed that Ella had already fallen asleep on the luxurious bed in the exclusive bedroom arranged by the temple. Compared with his own doghouse, it must be much more comfortable.

As the wind whimpered through the cracks in the wooden boards, Ye Xiao also closed his eyes.

……

"Wow……"

"Wow..."

The baby's cry was so sharp and piercing that Ye Xiao opened his eyes slightly from his daze.

The view was pitch black, and the oil lamp had gone out at some point.

"Wow……"

The sound continued. Was it coming from the next room? There was really not much hope for the soundproofing in the tavern.

But Ye Xiao felt that he had experienced a long life of exile, and a little noise would not cause him to have trouble sleeping.

But this voice was different, and it made him feel a little irritated that he couldn't suppress.

"Are you up?"

The sudden voice gave Ye Xiao a startle.

He instantly jumped up, half-knelt on the bedding roll, and looked in the direction of the sound.

That location is right next to the window next to the bed.

"I couldn't sleep well."

Another voice came, a gentle and light female voice.

Only then did Ye Xiao hear clearly that it was Marilyn's voice.

The voice before that must have been Wengerman.

These two guys ran to my window and did something.

Ye Xiao had no hobby of eavesdropping on other people's conversations, but since he was in his own room, it was hard for him not to hear them.

"Did you hear that?" It was Wergerman who asked.

"Ah."

It was quiet for a moment.

Just when Ye Xiao thought that the two had left, Marilyn's voice suddenly rang out again.

"You think I'm sick too?"

"No, no." Wengerman answered in a panic, "How could it be?"

"Really? Then you listen too."

"Listen...listen to what?"

"Listen, am I sick?"

"Forehead……"

Even through the window, Ye Xiao felt that he could hear the sound of Wengerman swallowing his saliva.

"Senior Sister, it's quite late...why don't you take a rest? We still have a lot of things to do tomorrow."

"That's right, that's right." Marilyn's voice seemed a little confused.

The voices of the two disappeared, and Ye Xiao could hear the sound of footsteps on the lawn gradually fading away.

strange.

Ye Xiao frowned. He felt that he had to stay away from these two guys tomorrow morning. There seemed to be something wrong with them.